Blue Mountain Manor, a little at night. [Full text reading. 】

A grand wine dinner has just ended.

Heavy rain and cold weather did not dampen the enthusiasm here.

The dinner party didn't start until eleven o'clock at night and lasted for two hours.

Luxury cars parked outside the manor, Maserati, Ferrari, Lamborghini...... Various models and colors.

The manor is decorated with flowers and a red carpet, like a wedding feast, festive and prosperous.

Men mostly wear suits and are elegant gentlemen, while women wear small dresses of various colors, which are dignified and beautiful.

The air is filled with the scent of fresh roses and earth.

At one o'clock, the banquet ended, and the people in the manor came out one after another, each going home.

At the door, Song Shaoyan, who had drunk too much, greeted Qiao Sinian.

"Master Qiao, I'll go back first." He was drunk and was supported by the Song family's driver.

"Well, be careful on the road." Josnian told him.

Song Shaoyan waved his hand to Qiao Sinian, like a naughty child.

The driver helped him into the car, and he drunkenly took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

His low, drunken voice wafted through the air—

"Come pick me up."

"I'm drunk, why didn't you come and pick me up?"

"I'll give you ten seconds to think, and if you don't pick me up, I'll ......"

"I'll ......"

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Ning An, you really have to be a very nasty woman."

"I'm drunk, and you won't pick me up."

Song Shaoyan walked and talked all the way, drunk very much, talking nonsense, and a little coquettish.

The driver of the Song family was embarrassed, and hurriedly opened the car door with an umbrella and let Song Shaoyan sit in the car.

Song Shaoyan was dazed, his face was flushed, and he refused to go up against the car door at first.

The driver snapped his fingers and stuffed him into the car.

Song Shaoyan's hair was half wet, adding a little feminine charm to his young and handsome face.

Josnian lit a cigarette in his hand.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and watched Song Shaoyan's Bentley disappear into the rain.

Gradually, it turned into a dot and disappeared.

Qin Shien didn't plan to go back because of Minister Han's insistence on staying, so he was ready to rest in the guest room of the manor.

The cold wind of the night added a lot of chill to the surroundings.

The night shrouded in darkness, and Josnian's grim face flickered in the light and fog.

This man stands on the steps, and a single understatement is infinitely charming.

The guests dispersed one after another.

Minister Han sent the last group of guests away and took his daughter Han Yurou to the eaves of the manor.

The rain flowed down from the corners of the eaves, dripping down on the ground, splashing white splashes.

Minister Han wore a very formal suit, while his daughter Han Yurou was much more casual.

A white dress with a small fragrance, elegant makeup, and delicate eyebrows.

The long black hair was draped over his shoulders, and when the wind blew, the soft strands of hair flew gently.

When Han Yurou smiled, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she was elegant with a simplicity that was not deep in the world.

"Grandpa Qin, Mr. Qiao." Han Yurou smiled at them.

"Yurou, the last time I saw you, you were only three or four years old. You are still as quiet as you were when you were a child. Qin Shien said.

Han Yurou smiled.

"Uncle Han, Miss Han, if it's okay, I'll leave first." Joss took a puff of cigarette, gentlemanly and elegant. js3v3